Chapter 2
Callie woke up early like usual, her roommate used to take the piss out of her because she could sleep in later than 9 am. She was in university, well just finished university. She had a degree in law. So naturally she was going to become a lawyer.
Her parents are happy with her; she was becoming what they wanted. She is going to be successful and then maybe they can lay off her a bit. She had gotten straight A's in almost everything all her life and yet they had never been pleased, she could always do more.
They had a heart attack when Callie told them she wanted to go into art, which was what she truly wanted. She loved painting and drawing but that wasn't good enough for them. It doesn't matter what you enjoy, getting a job isn't something you should enjoy, it is something that pays and she needs something that pays well. Those were the exact words her father told her.
It was safe to say that Callie had never really made her own decision, ever.
Now she was back in Baltimore, somewhere she hoped to avoid. Not for the city but the people and the leash. She was back at her parents' house - somewhere she didn't want to be and looking for a job in something she didn't want to do.
She loved university; she had the time of her life and a chance to break out of her shell just a little. It wasn't like she became a completely different person but if her parents knew half the things she did in university then she was pretty sure they would disown her. When she went to university she gained a little bit more confidence but being back in Baltimore was screwing with her head.
She got up out of bed and looked at the clock and it was 8.30 am. She sighed and wandered down stairs. There was a note on the fridge that read:
Calista, your father had an emergency business meeting. We would have liked to tell you this in person but it seemed that you were having a late morning and we were out the door by 7.30. There is money in the safe and food in the fridge. We will be back in a week - look for a job, no slacking whilst we are away!
Callie grinned this was the best news that happened since she got back. She went to the fridge and got out the carton of milk - drinking from the carton. It was only something small but it made Callie feel rebellious. She giggled to herself and put some toast in.
She had just finished buttering her toast and the door rang. Figuring it was a cleaner or one of her mother's friends coming to check on her she walked to the door, still in her pyjama's and a piece of toast in her hands.
She opened the door to see Jack Barakat. She hadn't seen him since he got lost and she had to help him and that was almost a week ago.
"Hi?" she asked confused.
"Hello" Jack said in a very provocative voice checking her out.
Callie was suddenly very aware of what she was wearing, a pair of booty shorts and a tank top that was a little small on her, so it was tight and rode up her stomach. She blushed and hid behind the door and popped her head around it - Jack laughed.
"How do you know where I live?" she asked him.
"Your parents are rich, they own like the biggest house here - it wasn't hard to find" he shrugged.
"Okay, what're you doing here?"
"Can I come in?" Jack asked ignoring the question.
"I sup-." Before she had finished her sentence Jack had come in.
"Great!" he grinned.
"I'm just going to go and change" she told him.
"Why, I like what you are wearing" Jack winked and she blushed again.
"I will be a minute" she told him.
Callie ran up the stairs and quickly shoved on a pair of skinny jeans and a knitted jumper. She put her hair up in an incredibly neat bun and put her glasses on.
"I preferred what you were wearing before" Jack pouted.
"What're you doing here?"
"I thought we could hang out" Jack grinned.
"Why?"
"Because I think you are cool and my friends are boring me with their dick jokes right now" Jack joked. "Your house is amazing!"
"Thanks..."
"Where are you parents?"
"They're on a business trip."
"PARTY!" Jack screamed, Callie's eyes widened and she began to shake her head.
"No, I don't think that is a good idea" she stuttered.
"Okay, relax, no party" Jack reassured, his voice soft.
"Good."
"Can I see your room?" Jack asked.
"Why?"
"I judge people on their room, I think that their room shows there personality. For example my bedroom is covered in posters and is a complete mess - the walls are bright pink and I have a home alone pillow" Jack explained, Callie laughed.
"I haven't really got round to tidying things" Callie told him shyly.
"You're speaking to me" Jack laughed.
Callie led him upstairs to her room.
"You have a lock to your room" Jack questioned.
"My parents trust me; my room is the only thing in this house that I have any control over. It is my space" Callie said.
Callie's room was not what Jack was expecting at all. The walls were white and looked like someone had gotten a load of paint tubs and thrown them at the walls, creating a messy, and splatter effect. It wasn't as neat and tidy as he had expected either. There was a desk under the window with sketches strewn over it and then in the corner was a box with a load of books chucked in it. Above the bed were a load of CD's and a CD player. She had good music taste, she listened to pierce the veil, jimmy eat world, the arctic monkeys, paramore etc.
"I love it" Jack decided, he made his way over to her desk to look at the sketches.
"These are awesome" Jack told her, her whole face lit up at these words.
"Do you think so I didn't really know about them" Callie said happily.
"They're amazing, I didn't know you liked art!"
"I love art and photography!"
"You're into batman" Jack giggled looking at her batman purse on her desk.
"Yeah..." she blushed again.
"You don't have to be embarrassed I think it's awesome!" Jack told her.
"Thank you" she smiled.
"Your smile is pretty, smile more!" Jack demanded playfully.
"Thanks..."
"If you thank me one more time I am literally going to cover your mouth with tape! And don't say sorry" Jack laughed.
"Okay?"
Jack jumped on her bed and laid down.
"Let's talk" Jack said. "I want to know more about you!"
"Okay" Callie sat in the spin chair by her desk.
"So you went to university?" Jack asked her.
"Yeah, I got a law degree" she smiled but it didn't reach her eyes.
"I was expecting you to say you did art" Jack commented.
"I wanted to" she blurted out. "My parents didn't think it was a suitable choice" she mumbled.
"That sucks" Jack said and she nodded in agreement.
"How is the band?" she guessed it was her turn to ask.
"Amazing! We have a new album coming out called nothing personal!"
"That is amazing" she was happy for him.
"Jack why are you trying to become friends with me, we were never close in high school. I think we said hello to each other twice."
"Because I like you, you seem cool and when I want to become friends with someone I will" Jack grinned.
I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world life in plastic, it's fantastic
Jacks phone started playing, Callie was laughing so much that her eyes were watering, Jack blushed and answered the phone.
"Dude did you change my ring tone" Jack whined. "Yeah whatever give me a minute" Jack then hung up.
"I've got to go" Jack told her. "You can come if you want?" he asked hopefully.
"Where are you going?"
"Just round to Alex's."
"I wasn't invited, its fine."
"I'm inviting you, please come" Jack asked with a puppy face.
She sighed, what's the harm? Jack honestly seems like he wants to be her friend.
"Sure."
Jack grinned happily and shot up off the bed dragging her with him.